One of my hands came around to her backside and slipped between her tightly sheathed ass. It was tight and damp and hot. She ground against my hand an... moaned low in her throat. "You have to stop before I do something I'll be mad at you about," she said sounding desperate. My hands left her crotch and encompassed her thigh, smoothing down first one side, then the other. I stood behind her and pressed my groin into her ass. She pushed back. I buried my face in her hair at the back of her throat.. I nip her earlobe, flick it lightly with my tounge, nip it again. I brush aside her silky brown hair and bury my face in her neck where I begin to kiss her smooth, hot flesh! I move my left hand down, slide it between us, to her breast. I roughly massage it, pinching her nipple through the thin material of her top. My other hand drops to her pussy. The heat is incredible! I cup her mound in my hand, feeling a hint of moistness through her jeans. There is no stopping now! I glance around, still. Every time he thought about the shoes, his mind just seemed to blank out... where did he get... 'Hey, don't block the doorway, asshole!'Someone bumped into him again, another salesman rushing for the elevators, and Jim realized that he had no idea how long he had been standing there, pants hiked up, staring at his shoes. He shrugged it off, and went for lunch.The afternoon passed quickly. Marissa came in to discuss some of the new product features, but to Jim the meeting was a blur. 'I wonder. "What the fuck is going on?" Bill mumbled and picked up his pint and tookalong pull.Bill smoked a cigarette and pondered the situation. Why had Michelesuddenly become compliant? What the fuck was going on?"Come on Bill, dinner is ready," Michele called.Bill was surprised to find that Michele had laid a table with tablecloth,flatware, glasses and cutlery just if she was hosting a dinner party."Sit here Bill," she held the back of a seat for him and as he slid hisample arse onto the chair, she.